I would like to know what is going on in the mind of the DPT officer. What are they thinking, when they see you run out and try to move your car when they ride up on their little three wheel scooter thing.

Are they thinking maniacly about getting you next time, or maybe about how they are going to give you a ticket anyway as soon as you think its safe and go back inside. Maybe they are thinking what a sad life it is to be hated and feared when they turn the corner in any part of this city.

I would also like to comment on the large butt size of most DPT officers. I think there is a correlation to the size of the big cushy seats on the little 3 wheel vehicles. I think someone should do a study and find out whether it’s the seats or maybe it’s the hiring process that only picks people with a propencity for future large buttness.

Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedies.

Groucho Marx

Sometimes things in the geek world get ugly.

This story is suprising indication of the length our government will go to, to make a case for war. When they will ignore the sound judgement of experienced scientists and experts in order to persuade this country, they have lost all credibility and good standing with the public they are put in place to serve.

I’m pretty sure that my mom died on this date in 1971. I’m not sure though. I was to little to have clear idea of dates.

Seems strange that there is not much talk among my family about this anymore.
Maybe it has finally dawned on me to be curious.

I have been very bad and not gone to my photo class in 2 weeks. I think it’s pretty much over for me. I don’t have anything but negatives so that is not going to work in a critique.

I have a membership to the photos lab anyway so I can go there when I want to develope the pics that I want. Just thought I might learn some stuff, but that was not to be. I got way to busy running the business and can barely do laundry much less get away to go to class.

I have been ignoring other things too like my Bonsaii plant. It is very unhappy with me right now. If an elm tree could give me the finger it would be doing it right now.

I have wanted to comment on the SCO more as the little tid bits of info trickle in. All the info that I have read says the SCO is just spreading the FUD and doesn’t have a chance in hell. If you look back at the source code that they bought from Novell it actually contains so many code copies from BSD that they would be serious trouble to open that can of worms again. They should just ask Novell about Novell got their asses handed to them by BSD in the early 90’s then they would maybe shutup about this.

btw. Linux was rockin way before either SCO or IBM got involved. (<Check it out)

Compelling Compelling Compelling Compelling Compelling. Compelling Compelling Compelling Compelling Compelling Compelling Compelling Compelling, Compelling Compelling.

Compelling Compelling Compelling.

Compelling.

(Blink, Blink, it’s Klusoe, Kill him)

A nice weekend of working much more than I should be, where I at least got to have a nice breakfast at The Pork Store. I think I have another crappy week ahead of me.

“Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism” Carl Jung

“Or Stupidity”
Me

There is nothing worse than hearing someone at the other end of the phone who is in pain. This is compounded if that person is close to you. It’s like dropping a bomb on your hate meter. You start to imagine various ways in which you will avenge your loved ones pain for these unseen grievances. Your brain then spirals into Wil E. Coyote like fantasies of pain and retribution involving anvils, home made nuclear weapons and large boulder attached to industrial Acme rubber bands.

It’s hard to get your brain out of this hate espeacially when all you really have to go off of is the pain you hear in someones voice. What your brain has to adjust to is that hate is a time waster. Your brain revolves through these scenarios when what it should do is forget all about the person. When you give that person your time and your brain power you give them more power over you, long after they have stopped being the retard that they are.

You should avoid that person and make sure that other people that you meet can learn from your knowledge of what an asswipe they are.

Somedays the meter maids wait until you have that last nerve to give before you turn into a total wreck and then they decide to give you your 3 ticket of the week. Today is one of those days.

You start to question the sense of building things that don’t mean anything. People who care so much about building little pieces of nothing, that they will sacrifice you on the altar of their unbending gant chart. Vapor deadlines come and go for products that may never see the light of day and you wish to be out in the day and not merely caught up in the minutes.